Let me go is a suppliant unit of words looming with urgency as if it were a dangling, drooping leaf about to fall in summer or a querulous song of a caged bird wishing to spread its wings onto the cerulean sky. (Danny Castillones Sillada, The Phenomenology of ‘Let Me Go’)

Let me go,’ when earnestly spoken, punctures a tender hole in the soul with regret and sorrow, in contrast to the perniciously “I hate you” or “I don’t love you anymore” that can inflame a repulsive feeling of anger, denial, and resentment. (Danny Castillones Sillada, The Phenomenology of ‘Let Me Go’)

Occasionally, I would visit the graveyard in my heart, knowing that some people that were buried there are still alive. I could not help wondering: How many people buried me, too, in the graveyard of their hearts?(Danny Castillones Sillada, Those Sweet and Painful Memories, Inusara Journal)

The value of what’s part of us can’t be measured until it’s already lost.